"I didn't kill anyone." The young man lowered his head and buried his face in the shadows. There was no fluctuation in the voice, but An Cheng felt surprisingly firm.
An Cheng looked at the kid, blew out the last smoke ring, and then stamped out the cigarette butt. What a trouble, another problem child. Sighing silently, "Kid, your name."
"Name?"
"Yes, the name. My name is An Cheng. It doesn't matter if you call me Cheng Zi. I think this title is more affectionate. In exchange, I'll give you your name." An Cheng said with a smile and a light tone.
"Ye Mu"
"Ye Mu, are you willing to come with me?"
The young man seemed taken aback, "Follow you? I'm a murderer." The young man raised his head buried in the shadows, with an indifferent expression, "Stop joking!"
An Cheng walked up to the young man, squatted down, and looked at the young man's face, "Didn't you say you didn't kill anyone?"
"Do you believe me?" The young man's voice could not conceal his astonishment.